I thought I was going to like this book. Despite selling well in the US, it’s kind of hard to get in the UK – only being sold through Blackwell’s – so I went to some effort to get it. It tells about a girl whose sister comes to live with her in her tiny New York apartment. It’s very GenZ, with lots of anxiety and self-harm and talking about the internet.
It had lots of lines like this: “There’s never been a reality in which I could be a serious thinker, a serious writer. I’m a Floridian. I’m a consumer.”
When I started to write this, I thought I had quite liked this book, but now as I try and think what to say, I wonder if I did like it. I actually can’t remember a single other thing about it. It’s already mixed up for me with all the other books I know where women talk about anxiety and self-harm and the internet. Honestly, we need to work on our sh*t.